Nick Drake Tape - Clem Snide

That Nick Drake tape you love

Tonight it sounds so good

As brown as leaves can get

When sleep is what you should

So close your eyes

I’ll make room

Here on the floor

To lay beside me

And that phone call was for you

I think it was your dad

With a birthday wish to curse

But you’re too tired to get mad

So close your eyes

I’ll make room

Here on the floor

To lay beside me

And the words are not so clear

But there’s romance in the air

I can see it in your eyes

That medicated stare

We’ll close our eyes

Our own tomb

Here in my bed

To lay so long

That Nick Drake tape you love

Tonight it sounds so good

As brown as leaves can get

When sleep is what you should